I would've liked you to have been deep frozen tooAnd waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to EarthBut your father refused to sign the forms to freeze youLet's see you'd be about 60 now,And long dead by the time I return to EarthMy time held dreams were full of you,As you were when I left; still underageYour android replica is playing up again, it's no jokeWhen she comes she moans another's nameBut that's the spirit of the age,That's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageAh, the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageAh, the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the age

I am a clone, I am not aloneEvery fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the othersEverything I say is in the same toneAs my test tube brother's voiceThere is no choice between us,If you had ever seen us,You'd rejoice in your uniquenessAnd consider every weakness something special of your ownBeing a clone, I have no flaws to identifyEven this doggerel that pours from my pen,Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men,Oh, word for word, it says:"Oh, for the wings of any bird, other than a battery hen".That's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageThat's the spirit of the ageIt's just the spirit of the ageIt's just the spirit of the ageIt's just the spirit of the ageIt's just the spirit of the age